Song Poem by W.I. Stoneberger
Song
Singing the song of ourselves,
we hear our own voices
coming back to us
- amplified echoing
increasing in power
ordinary no longer.
The chorus connects us.
The universal choir rises,
riding the air
that brings breath
to each of us
- entering exiting.
Each has a part to play.
None are excluded.
The melody is a merging of all,
meshing into more than any one
alone.
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5/4/2024 2:58:42 AM # 1.0.0.1119
well done my fellow, your poem it does make sense to me cos it both realistc and romantic simultaneously.I am over the world now in favour of yours.